Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 925 - 194: Your Faith Is Not Firm Enough (3)

Outside the confession room, the priest who had slipped away earlier in the night was pointing and gesturing towards the inside, clearly the law enforcement team had been called by him.

The time taken by the law enforcement team was far longer than Ethan had imagined. He could only suspect that either their efficiency was extremely low, or they, like the priest, had diarrhea and had been standing in line at the toilet all night.

"But compared to this, I'm more curious about you, 'Old Sen' the priest, this shouldn't be your real name."

"It's a stage name."

Ethan said.

The name Old Sen was not only catchy but also eliminated some unnecessary troubles. For instance, in the Far West, the name "Ethan" had already been tightly linked with the Evil God.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

This was also every member of the law enforcement team's question.

After the original priest left, a mysterious person had taken over his duties and sat in the confession room until early morning.

Besides having a death wish, they couldn't understand the motive for his staying behind.

The person opposite supplemented, "You had enough time to leave before we arrived."

Since the conscription began, the law enforcement team had punished many residents "bewitched by the Evil God." In a certain sense, they understood why these people's beliefs were no longer firm and could anticipate their behavior. However, for an enigma like Ethan, they couldn't make up their minds.

"Because the Goddess of Life will not abandon Her people."

Ethan said. "The priest left, but there are still many people here who need him, so I figured I ought to do something."

"Just that?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

An astonished voice came from the other end of the confession room.

"Isn't it?"

"You're right, but such people are becoming increasingly rare."

Afterward, the conversation between the two lapsed into a brief silence.

The person on the other end no longer spoke, seemingly pondering something intently. After a few minutes, she finally said, "It seems you're quite lucky today. Go on, but there won't be a next time."

"Of course."

Ethan said, "But based on the feedback from people, I've drawn some conclusions. I'll leave it here, and if you need it, you can deliver it to His Holiness the Pope as feedback."

Ethan left a piece of parchment.

Long after he left the confession room, the woman with short black hair walked out from the opposite side. She frowned as she entered the confession room and picked up the note from the table.

It was filled with people's reasonable doubts about the Church Court.

She clutched the parchment tightly, her brow furrowing ever deeper.

Another clever fool.

Did he really think the Church Court hadn't heard these doubts before?

Did he really think writing this would change anything?

It's all clichés, with absolutely no novelty—

The next moment, her train of thought abruptly stopped.

When she flipped the parchment to the back, the only line of writing came into view:

"Pope Carlo is a piece of shit."

He seemed to have drawn the simplest conclusion from all the doubts.

This conclusion was absolutely novel. At least since Carlo had come to power, no one had dared say such a thing, much less write it down.

The woman's face flushed red to the roots of her neck. With a tense hand, she crumpled the parchment into a ball.

She dashed out of the confession room with one swift move and shouted at her subordinates, "Where is he?"

"G-gone!"

"***!"

Her eyes had never been this wide open.

She didn't care about the others, but this "Old Sen" was definitely a rebel!